Death of Douluo

"Boy, do you understand the gap between you and me? Are you... not afraid of death?" Dai Yiming looked at Mo Fan's changing figure with interest. Only the slightest hint of violent momentum was revealed, and Mo Fan only felt There was a tall mountain pressing down on his body, and the huge pressure made his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

Mo Fan tried hard to control his trembling body, straightened his figure and looked directly at Dai Yiming. He just opened his mouth. Suddenly, Mo Fan felt a sharp pain in his neck, followed by a sudden spin, and darkness gradually enveloped his vision and consciousness. Gradually sinking, the last picture left in front of me is the old man's rickety figure, raised arms, and slightly opened corners of his mouth, as if to say, live on.

"Old man, you..."

Before Mo Fan finished speaking, he fainted due to the old man's sudden attack.

Dai Yiming glanced at the unconscious Mo Fan and said calmly: "This kid's temper is somewhat similar to yours."

The old man was silent, holding the fainted Mo Fan, looking reluctant but more determined.

"Mo Fan can't die!" The old man raised his head and looked at Dai Yiming, and continued: "He is innocent, are you really that heartless?"

Dai Yiming replied indifferently: "Anyone who may have an impact on the family cannot be retained, you know."

"Isn't it enough that you took away from me? It was because I gave up to you that you could achieve the final victory. For the sake of the past, why not give Mo Fan a chance to live?" the old man roared crazily.

Dai Yiming fell into a rare silence, seeming to recall something. After a long pause, Dai Yiming slowly said, "I can promise you not to kill him."

The scene was silent for a long time. The old man looked at Mo Fan in his arms for a long time before gently placing him on the carriage. He slowly got out of the carriage and stared at Dai Yiming's upright figure with his turbid eyes. No more rickets.

"Evil-eyed white tiger...possessed!"

A low tiger roar came from the old man's mouth, and along with the light, four soul rings, two yellow and two purple, rose from under the old man's body, circling around and pulsing gently. At the same time, the old man's skinny figure also suddenly expanded, and his sallow cheeks... He turned pale at this moment, and blood overflowed from the corners of the old man's mouth.

"Your body cannot support the power of Wuhun at all. There is no difference between using it forcefully and committing suicide." Dai Yiming looked at the old man indifferently.

A sad smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth, "Isn't this the result you want?"

"The third soul skill, White Tiger King Kong Transformation!"

"The fourth soul skill, White Tiger Destruction Strike!"

The third and fourth soul rings under the old man instantly lit up, and while the momentum of his body suddenly increased, blood also began to overflow from the old man's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

"That punch from before, make up for it today!" The old man roared, white light suddenly focused on his right arm, the old man's figure ejected, and a punch went straight towards Dai Yiming's chest.

What was surprising was that Dai Yiming did not dodge, nor did he defend himself. His tall figure just stood on the spot. With a low roar and strong wind, the old man's punch hit Dai Yiming's chest directly.Dai Yiming also snorted slightly.

"I know I didn't give you a chance to bargain, but this time, you promised me, one! Definitely! Must... don't forget..." The white light receded, and the old man's figure slowly After recovering, the light in his eyes slowly dissipated, and the figure that returned to normal could no longer hold up, and slowly fell forward in front of Dai Yiming.

After the old man was deposed, the forced use of martial arts brought his body to the verge of collapse, let alone the forced use of the third and fourth soul skills...

Dai Yiming exhaled a breath of turbid air, holding the old man's gradually cold corpse. In silence and silence, the breeze caressed him, Dai Yiming's robe moved slightly, the light flickered, and the old man's corpse disappeared.

Dai Yiming looked at Mo Fan who was lying quietly on the carriage. After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed Mo Fan and walked away in the air. The direction he was heading was not Xingluo City, but the Xingdou Forest not far away.

A journey of one hundred kilometers only takes a few breaths for a titled Douluo.

The Great Star Forest is naturally extremely dangerous for ordinary soul masters, but for Dai Yiming, a titled Douluo, as long as he doesn't go deep, the outer area is no more than an ordinary garden jungle to him.

Ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters, ten thousand meters...

Dai Yiming took the unconscious Mo Fan to a distance of about [-] meters from the Star Forest before stopping.Although the distance of [-] meters is still outside the Star Dou Forest, the level of the soul beast is definitely not comparable to what it was when he first entered the Star Dou Forest.

Dai Yiming casually threw Mo Fan in his hand on the grass. After looking around, he gently tapped Mo Fan's eyebrows, "Wake up!"

Mo Fan, who was in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for air, and the first words he said when he woke up were the old man.

Looking at the unfamiliar jungle that covered the sky and the sun, Mo Fan's figure suddenly bounced up like an electric shock, and he soon noticed Dai Yiming behind him.

"Where's the old man!" Mo Fan didn't see the old man's figure, his heart suddenly sank to the bottom of his heart, and his low voice was a bit hoarse.

"I will give you two choices. One is to go back and continue to be the companion of that girl Zhuqing and stay in Xingluo City forever. The other is, I will give you a chance to be free. Ten thousand meters deep in the Star Forest, you need Go out by yourself." Dai Yiming ignored Mo Fan's question and calmly explained the two choices he gave Mo Fan.

Mo Fan clenched his fists tightly and his nails dug into the flesh without any feeling. He ignored the two choices given by Dai Yiming and just asked hoarsely again: "Where is the old man!"

Dai Yiming looked at Mo Fan indifferently and said, "You have already guessed it, why bother asking me?"

Mo Fan's eyes turned red, and tears couldn't stop flowing from the corners of his eyes. Mo Fan lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and answered word by word: "I choose...the second one!"

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you choose the second option? If you choose the first option, although you lose your freedom, you can at least survive. If you choose the second option... you will lose your life. !" Dai Yiming raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and a different kind of light flashed in his eyes when he looked at Mo Fan.

Although Dai Yiming didn't know much about Mo Fan, in these short few meetings, Mo Fan's talent, character, and intelligence were all recognized by Dai Yiming.

It was this recognition and the old man's plea that led Dai Yiming to give Mo Fan such a choice.

"You may not be aware that you have just awakened your martial soul. The Star Dou Forest is one of the largest gathering places for wild soul beasts on the mainland. Centennial soul beasts can be seen everywhere in this location. If you are unlucky, you can also encounter a thousand-year soul beast. Now you can do whatever you want. If you encounter a 100-year-old spirit beast, it might kill you..."

"I! Choose! Choose! The second one!"

Dai Yiming was introducing the dangers of the Star Forest to Mo Fan when he was interrupted by Mo Fan's voice.

Dai Yiming paused, then listened to Mo Fan's firm voice, shook his head and said, "As you wish..."